“My Lord, we have a guest from the Charlotte Merchant Company.”

‘What was to come, has come.’

Upon receiving the chamberlain’s report, Milton had a faint smile.

“Guide them to the parlor. Ah, and don’t serve us tea. It’d be a waste.”

With that slightly petty order, Milton headed towards the parlor and saw the sullen expression on the face of the Charlotte Merchant Company’s manager.

“It’s been awhile. How have you been?”

Seeing the faint smile on Milton’s face, the manager gritted his teeth.

“Yes, My Lord. Thanks to you, I’ve been very well.”

Thanks to Milton heading into the battlefield, the manager had been in trouble with the Charlotte Merchant Company’s Headquarters. Since he could have lost his managerial position, it was only natural for him to grit his teeth at Milton.

“I’m glad to have been of help and to see your bright expression… it’s certainly rewarding.”

“……”

The manager’s face hardened at Milton’s blatant sarcasm. Instead of continuing the conversation with Milton which only served to raise his blood pressure, the manager decided to quit with the small talk and got down to business.

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